"Is anyone there?!"
Inside the holding cell, Moreno weakly slapped at the bars, calling out intermittently.
The long wait had finally eroded the last of Moreno’s patience. He suddenly leaped up, furiously kicking the bars and shouting at the cara, "Aren’t you supposed to be interrogating ? Then get on with it! Why aren’t you interrogating ?!"
There was no response.
After his outburst, a helpless Moreno was just about to lie back down when the door suddenly opened.
Derek Xiao walked in with two police officers.
Moreno rushed to the front of the cell and roared furiously, "This is unlawful detention! You’re breaking the law! I’m going to sue you!"
They had thrown him in here, but they hadn’t interrogated him. He had now been detained for over 24 hours without being released. Moreno felt like he was going to lose his mind.
Xiao watched him with a blank expression and held up a docunt for Moreno to see.
It was in black and white.
"This is an arrest warrant signed by the United States Departnt of Justice and the Internal Revenue Service. This one contains the extradition articles coordinated with Ecuador. Byron Moreno, you will be extradited to the United States for trial due to under-reporting inco and tax evasion."
After speaking, Xiao couldn’t help but sigh internally. ’The IRS is really sothing else. Their efficiency is fucking incredible.’
The furious expression on Moreno’s face went blank. Under-reporting inco, tax evasion, and now extradition to the United States for trial... ’It’s all happening too fast,’ he thought.
The key thing was, they hadn’t even interrogated him yet.
"No, I didn’t evade taxes! This is all fake! I don’t believe it! And this has nothing to do with ! It was Zheng ngjun! Yes, Zheng ngjun made do it! You should be arresting him!" Moreno yelled frantically, not even having gotten a clear look at the two docunts.
Xiao put the docunts away, completely ignoring Moreno’s argunts, and turned to leave.
A Little Calami wasn’t worth wasting his breath on.
However, he paused at the door and said with a chuckle, "Oh, right. That Zheng ngjun you ntioned? We’ve already arrested him."
With that, he walked out of the holding cell.
Moreno was instantly dumbfounded.
"You’re lying! I don’t believe you!"
Moreno shrieked.
’Zheng ngjun? A man with such high status and so much power... he was arrested too?’
A plane roared as it landed at the airport in Shizuoka City.
Chen Yu, along with Owen, Robinson, and the others, walked out of the passenger arrivals tunnel.
The mont they stepped out, they were sward by a horde of reporters.
Robinson reacted quickly. Assuming the reporters were all there for Owen, he imdiately moved forward to block them.
Eriksson also wanted to employ a "ruse of the empty city," planning not to announce whether Owen could play until the last possible mont.
Unexpectedly, the reporters sward toward Chen Yu instead.
"Dr. Chen, we received a tip that Chairman Zheng ngjun was taken in by the police for investigation because you reported him. Is that true?"
"Did Zheng ngjun send people to bribe you before?"
"So people believe that Chairman Zheng ngjun’s arrest this ti is retaliation from the United States for being knocked out of the tournant. What are your thoughts on that claim?"
Chen Yu was a bit stunned. ’So, all these reporters are actually here for .’
Owen and Robinson were shoved to the side, looking completely awkward.
Owen even saw a reporter from the Guardian, but the man didn’t spare him a single glance.
Facing the aggressive reporters, Chen Yu was about to offer a rebuttal.
’What do they an, I reported him? They can’t just go around saying things like that.’
But what the reporters said next made Chen Yu pause.
"This afternoon, the South Korean police announced publicly that, in cooperation with the Arican IRS, their investigation found that Moreno is suspected of tax evasion and under-reporting inco. He will be extradited to the United States for trial. What do you think of his fate?"
Chen Yu identified who was speaking and grabbed him to ask again.
After getting a definitive answer, Chen Yu was a little surprised.
’The FBI’s efficiency is a bit too high, isn’t it? It’s only been two days, and they’re already preparing to extradite him back to the United States for trial?’
’Interrogation, securing evidence, handling the paperwork, establishing extradition channels... such a complicated process can’t be done in just two days, no matter how fast they are.’
’Wait, no. It’s the IRS.’
It dawned on Chen Yu. If it was the IRS, then it made perfect sense.
This was the Internal Revenue Service, notoriously ruthless. They don’t care if your inco is legal or not, only whether you pay your taxes. As long as you evade taxes, they don’t care who you are—they’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth.
In any case, Chen Yu had never underpaid his taxes by a single cent.
For example, he would dutifully report his inco from this World Cup after he returned ho.
If he really did evade taxes, the IRS wouldn’t care if he was the Miracle Doctor or a presidential dical consultant; they’d arrest him all the sa.
Snapping back to reality, Chen Yu stuck to his usual routine: playing dumb. He forcefully pushed through the reporters and got into the car with Owen and the others to leave.
In the car, Chen Yu noticed Robinson staring at him and couldn’t help but say, "Ken, stop staring at . This has nothing to do with . Besides, isn’t this a good thing?"
Robinson quickly replied, "Yes, it is a good thing."
He was inwardly speechless. ’As expected, the biggest gangster in the world is still the United States.’
Case in point: a referee makes a bad call, and two days later, he’s already been arrested and is facing trial.
From now on, any referee who even thinks about making a biased call in a United States Team match will probably have to think twice about whether their head is hard enough.
The car arrived at the hotel where the England team was staying.
Eriksson was already waiting downstairs with so people. Upon seeing Chen Yu, the little old Swedish man ca up and hugged him, looking so affectionate he seed ready to plant a couple of kisses on him.
To England, Chen Yu was, without a doubt, their savior.
Gerrard, Beckham... without Chen Yu, these two core stars of the England team would have absolutely missed this World Cup.
And now, you could add Owen to that list.
"David," Chen Yu said with a chuckle as he hugged Beckham.
This guy was the real top celebrity of this World Cup. Everywhere he went, he was mobbed by fans, mostly female.
When they had arrived at the hotel just now, a huge crowd of female fans had been gathered outside.
After the pleasantries, Chen Yu didn’t stay at the hotel for long. He borrowed a car and headed to Shizuoka Stadium.
At this ti, the entire Brazil Team was at Shizuoka Stadium for a field acclimatization practice.
Knowing he was coming, Ronaldo had called him and insisted he co watch their practice. After practice, he wanted to treat him to a big al.
Chen Yu couldn’t very well refuse him.
By the ti he arrived at the stadium, practice had already been underway for a while, and the reporters had been cleared from the premises.
Perfect. This saved Chen Yu the trouble of dealing with them.
Wearing his work pass, he entered the stadium under an umbrella.
It was raining.
Fortunately, it wasn’t raining hard. As for tomorrow, the weather forecast predicted a sunny day with high temperatures, possibly exceeding thirty degrees Celsius.
"Chen, we finally et," said the mustachioed head coach of the Brazil Team, Luiz Felipe Scolari, as he approached with a smile.
He had never t Chen Yu before, but thanks to Ronaldo, he was no stranger to him.
On the field, Ronaldo, sporting his infamous haircut, ran over. Ignoring his rain-soaked jersey, he pulled Chen Yu into a hug without a second thought.
Chen Yu sighed silently. After they broke apart, his gaze couldn’t help but fall on Ronaldo’s head.
When the World Cup started, Ronaldo’s hairstyle had been widely reported on by the dia.
Chen Yu had seen photos and thought it was ugly then. Now, seeing it in person, he could only say it was even uglier.
"Ronnie, what were you thinking? Why would you get a hairstyle like this? It’s seriously hideous," Chen Yu blurted out without any courtesy.
Ronaldo rubbed the lone patch of hair on his head and said with a grin, "Well, I think it’s pretty cool. Besides, this way, the reporters will only talk about my hair instead of all that other nonsense. It lets focus on playing."
There were concerns about his injuries, about whether he would stay with Inter next season... being famous brings a lot of trouble, and there was never a shortage of topics surrounding him.
To this, Chen Yu could only conclude that his train of thought was truly bizarre.
Ronaldo cheerfully pulled Chen Yu along to introduce his teammates.
There was the dark, thin Ronaldinho with his buck teeth, and the deep-set-eyed Rivaldo.
It was the three of them who ford the famous 3R trio of this World Cup.
Then there was Roberto Carlos, and another "Ca-," Cafu.
Regardless of their personalities, every one of them was cheerful.
This was Chen Yu, the world’s top sports dicine expert. As professional stars, they could challenge anyone and everyone, but they absolutely could not make an enemy of Chen Yu, because no one knew if they might get injured in the next match.
There was also a handso young man with dium-length hair and a rather long na, Ricardo Santos Leite or sothing.
Ronaldo slung an arm around his shoulder and cheerfully told Chen Yu to call him Kaka.
Well, this entire Brazil Team was full of "Ro’s" and "Ka’s."
But this kid was genuinely handso, especially when he grinned.
"By the way, is there sothing wrong with your neck?" Chen Yu asked suddenly, sizing up Kaka.
Having treated many patients, and with the help of his Eye of All-Seeing, which was like a human X-ray machine, Chen Yu was extrely familiar with human anatomy.
If back when he t Hill he had to rely on the Eye of All-Seeing to spot his ankle problem, now, even without it, Chen Yu could identify potential physical issues just by observing a person’s movents.
Chen Yu had noticed that when Kaka spoke or moved, his neck would habitually jut forward a bit.
It was likely due to a restriction in his cervical spine.
Kaka froze.
Beside him, Ronaldo laughed. "Chen, you’re amazing. How could you tell he’s injured his neck before?"
Obviously, this was the first ti Chen Yu had t Kaka, so he wouldn’t have been following news about him. To be able to point out the problem right away could only be attributed to his superb dical skills.
Chen Yu didn’t explain. He just took a look with his Eye of All-Seeing.
It was clear at a glance. There were obvious signs of a traumatic fracture at the junction of his C7 and T1 vertebrae.
After asking, he learned that two years ago, in September 2000, the kid had been playing at a park. When he dived into a pool, he hit his head on the bottom. He seed fine at the ti, but after getting his head stitched up, he felt dizzy, and a check-up revealed a fractured vertebra.
"I was lucky. The doctor said I could have been paralyzed, but I recovered, and now I’m completely fine," Kaka explained. Recalling it even now, it still felt miraculous.
Chen Yu gave him a thumbs-up.
That luck was unreal—it was explosively good.
"Chen." At that mont, Scolari sidled up again, pointed at Ronaldo, and said, "After practice ends, if it’s convenient, could you check on Ronnie for us? His thigh muscles are a bit tight."
Chen Yu looked at Scolari, then at the embarrassed-looking Ronaldo.
’No wonder he insisted I co watch their practice. So this was their real plan all along.’
He shot Ronaldo an annoyed glance before saying to Scolari, "I can take a look, no problem. But it won’t be for free. This isn’t my work ti, you know."
"Of course, of course," Scolari said, nodding eagerly and smiling apologetically.
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